His Winding-shee (Robert Herrick Poems)
Come thou, who art the wine and witOf all I've writ;The grace, the glory, and the bestPiece of the rest;Thou ...
Come thou, who art the wine and witOf all I've writ;The grace, the glory, and the bestPiece of the rest;Thou ...
Reach with your whiter hands to meSome crystal of the spring;And I about the cup shall seeFresh lilies flourishing.Or else, ...
Come thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ; The grace, the glory, and the best Piece ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
First offer incense; then, thy field and meads Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads. The spangling dew ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite, And mad'st a promise that mine appetite Should meet and tire, ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do ...
Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring; And I about the cup shall see Fresh ...
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw'd are the snows; and ...
Not all thy flushing suns are set, Herrick, as yet ; Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere Frown and look sullen ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
Come, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we'll be; And as on primroses we sit, We'll ...
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine. (Robert Herrick)
You are a Tulip seen to-day, But, Dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can ...
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day. (Robert Herrick)
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
I will confess With cheerfulness, Love is a thing so likes me, That, let her lay On me all day, ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
While the milder fates consent, Let's enjoy our merriment : Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ; Kiss our ...
Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The ...
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